He opens his door, smiling, greedily eyeing my body.
"My, you have certainly outdone yourself."
I flush with embarrassment, but mostly with a deep, hot pleasure. A forbidden, taboo desire that had possessed me the moment he had given me his command and I left my dorm room. Walking across campus in my low-cut crop top, booty shorts and stilettos had attracted several lingering stares. Every ogling of my shapely legs and slim, but curvy, body had made me feel cheap and degraded and awfully wet.
He places a hand on my shoulder blade, slowly inching it to the small of my back. I feel my skin tingle beneath his fingertips, and he notices my slightly deeper breathing with a smug smile. He applies pressure and guides me, drawing me into his apartment.
For a few seconds, all I can do is stand as he runs a single finger down my face, down my neck, tracing my body. Then he grabs me, gently but firmly, by the chin and places his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath as he whispers,
"I'm going to have fun tonight. I am going to savor playing with you, little slut."
The word fills my chest with heat. One word, four letters. He would never use that word in public. When we sat next to each other at work, the closest he would get is a certain, commanding tone during our playful banter.
But that tone was never quite enough to stop my mouth.
I smile, "Like I'd let you do that."
A twisted, sexual, almost evil little grin spreads across his face. Quick as lightning, he grabs me by the arm and spins me around, so that he's got me in a hold from behind. He's not a large man, but his looks are deceptive, with his vice grip and easy tossing around of my body. He drags me towards his bed, while I pretend to struggle against him.
He throws me face-down onto his bed, and grabs a scarf that he had left on it. I scarcely have time to even react before he ties my hands in front of me, arms outstretched. He pulls my legs off the bed, forcing my knees to the ground as I lie prone on his bed. He uses his leg to separate my legs, so that my entire lower half is available to him. I feel my heels being thrown off, and my shorts and underwear are practically being torn from my body.
He chuckles. "You're not very good at the whole 'not letting me do that' thing."
He walks away from me, and I hear his dresser drawer open. He rummages through it a bit, and then closes it again. He steps right behind me, and I feel the cool, hard, wooden paddle rub against my asscheeks. Three soft raps against my backside, and then WHAP! A hard slap against it, then another one follows. I cry out in surprised pain, and then moan softly, feeling another one hit me. I can practically feel the beautiful bruises forming as the paddling continues.
One, two, three more hits, and I hear him toss the paddle aside. He places his hand on my ass and squeezes it.
He whispers, almost growls, "That's enough of that. I think it's time to wreck this body."
He unties my hands and lifts me off the bed, forcing me to my knees in front of him. He slowly pulls down his pants and underwear, pulling out his thick cock, dangling it just beyond my lips.
